We're on a search for 120 million year-old dinosaur tracks. The tide has to be extremely low and this only happens a couple tides a month and the window for looking is only about half an hour before the tide comes back in. We were lucky to be here during one of those tides.
We'd been given the tip to wear our hiking boots & I'm glad we did. The rocks were slick with algae & I slid a few times, even with the aid of my trusty expandable titanium walking stick.
Found a three-toed one!!
And another...
And another:
Heading back as the tide starts coming in
A chiton clinging to a rock during low tide -- crazy looking things aren't they??
Sunset photobomb:
April 30 - May 1
4,150 Clicks
Took the famed Gibb River Road to Windjana Gorge last night & made at least 5 stops to collect solanum. Some of these Chris spots on the roadside while driving 110 km/h, others we've fallen upon by dumb luck (stops for petrol, bathroom/ lunch breaks).
The Gibb River Road is entirely made up of compacted red sand. It has corrugations in it at times that make everything rattle, including your teeth.
Got to our camp on the late side with foreboding looking clouds to the north. The zip-on walls that make up the kids' sleeping area caused us some problems. The zipper has been temperamental as of late, but wouldn't zip at all last night. We were getting frustrated because our arms were sore from holding them up for so long, it was getting dark, we'd still not eaten & we were accumulating an audience of other campers...nothing boosts your confidence like a peanut gallery.
We were kinda shocked when the kids stepped up to the plate and assembled the stand-alone tent (used to be Erin's batchelorette pad) all on their own. Actually, really shocked (and quite pleased!!).
Enjoyed some cup o' ramen for dinner, then just went to bed because the mozzies were prolific, as well as stink bugs and midges. I thought we'd zipped up the upstairs bunk pretty well, but I must've killed 100 or so leaf-jumpers that landed in my iPad screen as I was trying to read -- it has dead bug smear marks all over it.
It was 37 degrees celcius which translates to REALLY hot & humid in Fahrenheit. As we went to bed, we could see lightning & hear the distant thunder, but crossed our fingers it would miss us. After some fitful, sweaty sorta sleep, the raindrops began. Chris hopped down & moved the kids into the truck, but not before their sleeping bags got a soaking. On a positive note, the rain kept the usual morning bird chorus from getting too loud.
This was on the upper bunk last night looking for a late night snack. He got knocked down when we closed the rain-fly on the window.
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